Call you later

I’m tired of being lied to
I’m tired of being used
I will call you later
if I need to be abused


The smile

I press you up against the wall
caress you with my hands
I stroke you gently up and down
A small step back to admire you
you take my breath away
The corners of my mouth turn up
I cannot help but smile
I’m getting so excited
I can hardly wait
I love it when I hang my art work straight

Christmas Day in Heaven

What do they do in Heaven
when it’s Christmas day on Earth
Do they throw the greatest birthday
party for Jesus
with streamers and balloons
String them all through Heaven
from the stars back to the moon
I doubt they hang their stockings
or put up Christmas trees
Tell me there’s no Santa Clause
that it’s a Christ-mas celebration please